The green-haired gangster sitting on the bed looked at Shen Shiren who was getting closer and closer, and said all kinds of caring words that made people want to vomit.

He wanted to escape, but his whole body seemed to be unrestrained, and he couldn't move.

Shen Shiren's words became more and more disgusting and outrageous, as if he wanted to integrate the gangsters into his body.

What's going on? Could it be that after being a ghost for many years, even his hobbies have changed? Or did he like this when he was alive?

But in the next moment, the green-haired gangster knew that things were not what he had imagined.

Every time Shen Shiren spoke, his mouth opened a little wider. By the time he had said those words and walked up to the green-haired bastard, his mouth had cracked to the back of his neck.

Picking up the gangster's clothes, Shen Shide still said gently: "Don't worry, I will slowly digest you and fuse you into my body." ”

With that, he opened his terrifying giant mouth. I saw that in his mouth, there was also a mouth, which was full of sharp teeth. And in this mouth, there is another mouth, one with one, endlessly.

But these, the gangsters were no longer visible, and at the same time that Shen Shiren opened his mouth, the gangsters had already fainted.

In fact, he didn't imagine the scene of Shen Shiren devouring the gangsters, chewing bones, bursting brains, and flesh flying.

Shen Shiren just opened his mouth wide, and when he sucked hard, the gangster's spirit and spirit radiated from the seven orifices and entered Shen Shiren's mouth.

Throwing the gangster like a dead corpse on the bed, Shen Shiren smacked his lips and said, "The body is too weak, it's really not enjoyable, but the qi is still quite turbid." ”

The thug lay limp on the bed, his face pale, but still breathing.

"If it weren't for the fact that you weren't in trouble, you wouldn't have been so lucky today. ”

It turns out that those who are sucked up on TV can't dry up instantly, even if they are sucked by vampires, they won't become dried corpses, which is the result of draining the water in their bodies.

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A mouth that tells a story can't express two words; a pair of hands that code words are written in order.

Turning his head and talking about other people.

Speaking of the red-haired gangster, he rummaged through the hall and didn't see anything good, and walked into a room like the green-haired gangster.

However, when he entered the room, the scene was different from that of the green-haired gangster, and as soon as he entered the room, he found himself in a hallway.

The hallway is so narrow that even two hands can't be fully extended.

The walls on both sides were miserable white, and so was the light overhead.

When you look at the villa from the outside, only the hall is lit up inside, so why is it also lit up here? Also, this corridor is so long, it seems to have exceeded the area of the villa.

Although there were many questions about this, the red-haired gangster began to move forward, he felt that these were only because of his own poverty, and he waited for the valuable things in the villa to be exchanged for red bills, which would become common sense.

After walking a few steps, the gangsters saw several picture frames appear on the bare wall.

The red-haired gangster looked at it curiously, and saw that on the piece in the frame, it was a small baby. Big eyes, baby fat body, innocent smile......

Looking at the quality of the photos, it should be some years.

The red-haired gangsters, like the green-haired gangsters, also said to themselves as they walked: "The ideas of these rich people are really hard to understand, a good room, but to build a corridor, and hang photos of childhood on it." ”

Later, the more photos there were, and the gangsters were dizzy and didn't bother to look at them.

But I didn't take a few steps, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a familiar figure from a photo.

It was a picture of a woman lecturing a child.

The gangsters are real, there is nothing wrong with this photo, there is no fake. The woman in the photo is her mother, and the child who was beaten is herself, because she broke an ancestral porcelain in the family. In the photo, the broken porcelain is also clearly photographed.

The gangsters who woke up hurriedly looked back, and sure enough, the people in the photos were all themselves and their relatives at home.

But the strange thing is that the things in the photos can happen at any time in daily life, and they didn't call anyone to take photos at that time.

Could it be a candid photograph? The family has been keeping an eye on them for decades?

Looking at the photo, the thug hurried back. But when he walked to the first photo, the one he had taken as a baby, he realized that the door to the entrance was gone, and it had become the other end of the hallway.

On both sides of the corridor, there are still many photos hanging. is different from before, what hangs here is not their family's business, but the records of him and other gangsters after he entered society, including stealing money, collecting protection money, group beatings, and entering the bureau......

It can be said that this corridor encompasses everything he has experienced from birth to the present.

How is it possible, what is the situation!

The thug pulled out a dagger and slammed it against the wall with the handle as he shouted.

But there was no reaction, the wall was still the same wall, and the corridor still had no end in sight.

After getting no response, the thugs went crazy and desperately threw the pictures on the wall to the ground and stepped on them.

Falling while walking......

But there's no end in sight to the corridor, and the photos on both sides seem endless.

The chronological span of the early stage of the photo is quite large, but later, it is getting smaller and smaller, and when it comes to the last square meter, the hanging photo only happens in an hour.

But the gangsters can't care about these anymore, in his mind, the number of photos is limited, as long as the photos are used up, it will come to an end.

But what was at the end was not what he could think about now.

Running, running, the thugs heard movement behind them. He thought that his companion had come to his rescue, and quickly looked back.

Looking back, my mom, the bastard is hanging on his pants.

I saw that in the corridor behind me, there were many people standing densely, some of whom knew and some who did not. Each of them had red eyes and evil faces.

In the crowd, he also saw a few familiar figures, and hurriedly shouted: "Big brother, ghost brother, I'm here, come and save me." ”

But they didn't react when they heard it, and they kept their speed and approached him.

Seeing that something was wrong, the red-haired thug immediately turned around and ran. As he turned around, he also saw a strange scene, a person crawling out of a photo, like a midnight bell.

The speed of running wild is naturally faster than those behind him, but the frequency of these people crawling out in the photo is getting higher and higher.

Originally, he was still behind the gangsters, but then he came to the sides, and before he even stretched his head out, he went to pull the gangster's clothes.

By the time the thugs stopped, they were completely surrounded.

With his inner defense completely collapsed, he squatted on the ground, holding his head, trembling.

After a while, the thugs noticed that there was no movement, but that someone was tapping his head with a finger.

When he looked up, he immediately sat on the ground in fright, and a stream of warm liquid flowed out.

I saw a person above his head, hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring at him blankly.

And the gangsters, who have also fainted at the same time as incontinence.

Among the gangsters, the luck of the gangster leader is undoubtedly the best.

When he entered the room, he smelled a faint fragrance. The scent was so enticing that he immediately forgot the purpose of his visit, and the fear in his heart.

Following the scent, the thug came to the bed in front of him.

The window in front of the window was not closed, and the moonlight (which did not exist) climbed over the edge of the window, turned over the gauze tent, and shone on the sleeping beauty inside.

The woman on the bed had fallen into a deep sleep, with delicate facial features, shoulder-length hair, white skin like congealed cream, and smooth suspender pajamas. Every glance hits the gangster's mind, making his cavernous body continue to be congested.

Suddenly, the sleeping beauty opened her cherry mouth and moved her upturned eyelashes, as if dreaming of something beautiful.

The gangster couldn't hold back any longer, no matter what the consequences were, he had to be happy first......

While his subordinates screamed, he only heard the delicate ☯ panting of the beautiful women under him.

Compared with these incredible situations, what happened to Brother Ghost seems to be the most normal one.

When he walked through a door, he came to another hall.

Unlike other places, the hall was brightly lit, with a thick carpet on the floor and weapon racks on either side. Facing the wall, there is a table with a Taishi chair on each side.

On the chair on the left, a middle-aged man in his sixties is sitting.

When the ghost brother saw this, he was stunned. According to the other party's expression, it seems that he has been waiting for him for a long time. Could it be that the movement when he entered the door was too loud and was discovered by the head of the house, so he waited for it solemnly......

No, the ghost brother quickly dismissed the idea.

"You're not human?" asked the ghost brother nervously and pretending to be calm.

The former ghost brother didn't believe that there were ghosts in this world, and even if there were ghosts, he would rely on his strength to speak. And he is the leading brother of that group of ghosts.

Now that I think about it, my thoughts at that time were really innocent! Not to mention that he was the leading big brother of the group of ghosts, even if he was the eldest brother of others, he was just a little brother below the big brother.

What's more, since the fact of ghosts and gods has been made public all over the world, he can't help but believe it.

Now that he has met a real ghost, does he dare to call himself the ghost's eldest brother?

The old man on the Taishi chair opposite looked at him with a kind of contempt, and said, "Yes, knowing that the old man is not a human being, he has not escaped immediately, and he is indeed a little bold, much stronger than the person in front." ”

Maybe it's because the other party speaks, or maybe it's the content of the speech, which makes Brother Ghost feel that the person sitting opposite him is not a demon for many years, but like a powerful or big family leader.

This gave him the illusion that the opposite side was a person.

If you are human, you are not as scary as ghosts. What people can do, I can do too......

"How about we gamble?" Seeing that the ghost brother gradually calmed down, Shen Jingquan spoke.

When Shen Jingquan was young, he was also a master who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and was brave and ruthless. But as I got older, my temper also subsided. But in his bones, that strength has not been diluted by the years at all.

Because of the arrival of Feng Yunlong and others, he felt very depressed about being forced to leave, and he was on fire during this time. Although scolding your family can temporarily dissipate your anger, it is not a long-term solution.

Seeing the arrival of Brother Ghost and his gang today, he finally found a place to vent.

"How to bet?"

Shen Jingquan smiled with satisfaction: "We will fight two times, you win, I will let you go back, and there will be no loss." If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can escape to me, and I can protect you unconditionally, how about it?"

Ghost brother: "Then what about my little brothers?"

Shen Jingquan: "The outcome is unknown, so you care about your little brother." Don't worry, although we have been resentful ghosts for many years, we don't really want to cause trouble, we just absorb some essence from them, and we won't kill them. And in the face of your righteousness, I promise you that even if you lose, I will protect you if you flee to me in the future. ”

Brother Ghost's eyes rolled, and he said in his heart: In these years, which one of the ways is still fair to you, but this old man is so confident, he must stop him first.

After thinking about it, the ghost brother said: "Senior, you are no longer human, and you can naturally use abilities beyond humans. I can't beat you like this. ”

"Hahahaha...... "What is Shen Jingquan." As the saying goes: people are old and spirits, horses are old spirits, rabbits are old and eagles are difficult to catch.

Shen Jingquan has lived a handful of years, and has been crawling in the mall all his life, even if he dies, he hopes to stimulate his youngest son and let him grow up. What's more, he has been a ghost for more than a hundred years, so he naturally already knows the purpose of the ghost brother.

"Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you, let's use human methods to duel, and never design ghost spells. After speaking, Shen Jingquan had already stood up and walked to the center of the martial arts arena. Posing is a standard five-element fist starting pose. "Come on, young man. ”

Seeing the opponent's movements, the ghost brother swallowed his saliva, and before he could fight, he had already lost three points.

It seems that he really miscalculated, the other party is not just a spiritual attack that can hit the wall and create illusions, but has actually practiced. Relying on the experience gained from fighting bravely, he may not be able to win against the other party.

It seems that there is no chance of winning this battle......